I Strove with None I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art: I warmed both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart. from The Last Fruit off an Old Tree Walter Savage Landor
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art: I warmed both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
Walter Savage Landor